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| 15 Fears: The Wrong Kind of Mirror | |
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| Date of Scene: | 14 July 2022 |
| Location: | Rien's Safehouse, Long Island, New York |
| Synopsis: | Rien is visisted by the entity known as the NotThem and has her life taken over by it's insidious dark gift before it locks her away in an Ivory Tower 'somewhere' else. |
| Cast of Characters: | Rien D'Arqueness, Chas Chandler
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- Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
Evening is making it's way towards full dark, the sun setting slow at the horizon and casting the world half into the glooming of twilight blues and purples and grays, and half into the brilliance of sunset's oranges and pinks and yellows. In the Hamptons, a certain small family has just finished dinner, dishes have been done or put into the dishwasher. Gabe has gone to his room to play some online game with his friends, Robbie is heading out to handle some Ghost Rider business, and Rien has stepped out onto the lanai for a smoke and to watch the last of the setting sun against the water of the tributary that passes behind the house.
While home, she tends towards more casual clothes, some simple jean shorts and a cotton tanktop, bare feet. In deference to the heat, she's pulled her hair up into a ponytail, though that doesn't stop the blonde strands from trying to stick to the back of her neck as she enjoys one of hte herbal homerolled cigarettes she makes. It's been a fairly calm past few days, and she's let her guard down a bit in the relative 'safety' of the safehouse. It's warded, after all, shouldn't be any issues. Rien may be forgetting that the house itself is warded, but the yard and lanai are not....
- Chas Chandler has posed:
Perhaps the thing on has been waiting on the lanai, perhaps it was drawn there by her stepping into the open air. Whatever the case, a new scent comes to Rien's heightened senses from behind her. It smells... wrong. Absolutely wrong. Like it doesn't belong in this world. A combination of rancid meat and stagnant water and the oily residue of filth overriding any sense of normalcy.
Whatever it is, it also doesn't breathe.
Pinpointing it is difficult as well as it just feels... behind her. Like the entire area of the lanai seems consumed by its unnatural presence, just waiting for her to turn around and see it for what it is. After all, she was born to kill things like it, wasn't she? Just one more demon to notch on her belt.
- Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
It was just a few minutes. Just long enough to smoke her cigarette. She really only stepped out in deference to Gabe, whose lungs could potentially be harmed by the small amount of tobacco in it. But it was long enough.
Her eyes start to water from the sheer rancid smell of it, jaw working to keep from gagging on the stink even as she draws deep from her cigarette. "I've been waiting for you to make an appearance. You have to know that I'm not going down without a fight. You also have to know that I can't die." Taking another drag from the homerolled cigarette, she stares firmly ahead, refusing to give in to the urge to look around. "Which means you're here for something else."
Leaning forward, she stubs out the cigarette into an ash tray, then pushes up to her feet. "So lets get this over with. Because I have a life and a family to get back to." All the bravado in the world can't quite hide the quaver of fear in her voice. The hitch in her breath. The goosebumps that are still standing up across her skin. Those glowing claws slide out from the backs of her hands as she finally turns to face the thing behind her.
- Chas Chandler has posed:
The creature that has come to visit her is large but abnormally thin. It's humanoid if shape and form, with empty features. Nothing about its facial structure is particularly remarkable except for it's unremarkability. Its skin is a grey color and it seems to be wearing grey rags over its body. One thing of particular note: its apprendages have far too many joints that bend in directions that appear to be random.
It lets out a clicking sound. It -has- to be some sort of language as the words form in her head. //Who said anything about wanting to kill you? That couldn't be further from the truth, after all... if you're dead you can't be useful.//
It comes for her then; skittering forward with jerky, almost spider-like, motions. It's immaciated state belies what power is in it. One thin hand reaches for her its fingers outstretched to touch the object of its arrival.
- Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
"Oh look. Some horror anime is missing its creature." Rien's eyes narrow as she sees it, that fight or flight instinct is turned permanently to 'fight' thanks to those Howlett genes. Her lip curls even as the fear rolls off her in waves, adopting an aggressive stance as she rumbles, "I don't plan to be 'useful' to you, ever."
Then it's lunging for her and she snarls, bringing those claws up to meet that reaching hand, the glowing bones deceptively strong and sharp as they reach towards that thin hand. But that isn't all. She twists, pivoting on one foot and lunging forward with the other hand, the glowing claws there aiming for that chest cavity, looking to carve the creature up like a deer.
Its aggressive and ferocious, but it also leaves her open to counterattack, depending on how the creature chooses to respond. Of course, Rien may have a few tricks of her own, but as she said moments before, she isn't going down without a fight.
- Chas Chandler has posed:
The moment physical contact is intiated, the landscape changes. Instead of being on the lanai of her home. She's in an invory expanse. The room is perhaps 60 feet across, from one ivory wall to the other. It looks like some sort of tower, there are windows but they are small, more arrowslits than anything to truly let wind in or give escape to. Other than the arrowslits, it is featureless.
The thing is also there though it looks more human now, no extended appendages. It's breathing now, so that too seems to have changed. A smile plays on its plain, unassuming face. It reaches a hand up to touch its throat and it clears it before speaking. "A good start" it says--with a voice that is identical to Rien's own. "But there is so much more..." It starts at Rien once more, its gait still lurching and jerky as if its not used to moving with the form it has. "So... much... more..."
- Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
Sucking in a sharp breath as she's transported with the touch, Rien's eyes widen as that bravado drops away in the face of such a sudden shift in venue. Glancing around wildly, she looks for an exit, a staircase, any way that she can attempt escape. That blue gaze drawn back to the creature that now looks almost eerily like her, enough that an Uncanny Valley feeling kicks in.
This time when it reaches for her, she jerks back and away, turning, spinning. Get Away, her mind screams. Don't let it touch you. Don't let it consume you. Get out, get away! She tries to throw up a portal back to the safehouse, trying desperately to conjure an imagine of the bedroom, her sanctuary. Struggling to hold that image as she darts a glance back towards the creature, gauging how close it's gotten.
- Chas Chandler has posed:
It hasn't gotten closer and yet more of it appears like her. Golden hair has sprouted from its head to match her own. The grey color of its skin has shifted to match her own tone and the figure has filled out more to match her own physical structure. "A fine specimen..." the being says even as its eyes change to the same blue hue as her own. "But it can use some modifications... I'm sure no one will even notice."
It laughs then. "You can try to outpace me all you like; but the moment you touched me your fate was sealed. Even now, your home is mine. Your family is mine. Your -life- is mine. Don't you understand?" It doesn't lunge for her again, simply walking forward with the inexorable security in its own victory. There are no stairs. No doors. No windows.
No escape.
- Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
Part of her wants to stop, wants to just let it happen. That aching, empty part of her that thinks that if she just went away maybe it would be... better. Easier. Then she wouldn't have to worry anymore, no more responsibility. She could just... rest. But that part doesn't win out. Now this time. She has friends. Family. People that want her in the world.
So she continues to duck and dodge, darting around here and there, sneering at the doppleganger's words. "If that's true, then why are you still chasing me? If you got everything, then you can leave, you don't need me anymore. And I can do this for as long as I need to." Rolling under one lunge, she pops up to her feet and ducks again.
"Fuck you."
- Chas Chandler has posed:
The creature laughs again. "Always the same..." it says, its tone aggravated. "They're always the same! Very well, if you want to stay here... no matter. Not like they'll notice anyway. It's so easy to trick their minds." The physical form around it, Rien's own in everything but some minute changes, shift and shed away, replaced by something wholey different.
The new figure straightens and shakes its head. "This is why I never bother to try a full takeover..." it says as it starts to back away from Rien, disengaging. "It never lasts. In the end, they always get cold feet."
- Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
Rien halts when it pulls back from her, turning slowly to face it as it's features shift and change. That thick blonde hair turning jet black and straight as a pin, a silken waterfall. The pale skin turning a rich bronze color. Watching her eyes, that rich, vibrant blue, fading out to a pale mint green color. Lips thickening and forming a wide pout with that cupids bow smoothing into a high curve. Even her figure, that athletic musculature, shifts, rounding out with a bit more padding at hips and chest, butt and thighs.
Shuddering at the odd sight, Rien backpedals a few steps and mutters, "Cold feet my ass. I never -agreed- to the takeover in the first place. You -stole- me, I didn't go with you willingly." Shaking her head, Rien frowns, "My friends will come for me. You underestimate them."
- Chas Chandler has posed:
The other woman smiles and only the barest hint of Rien's own tone comes through in it. "Why would they do that?" it asks. "When you've been there the whole time... they won't even notice you're gone..." They chuckle and their image starts to fade from the room.
"Have fun in your Ivory Tower..." they say, offering another laugh. "I suspect you'll be here for the rest of time." The last vestiges of them fade from the room leaving only the echo of the mocking laughter before Rien is truly alone in the confines of her new prison.
